Bright pink, the curse flashed out from his wand tip in wide horizontal swathes. 'Saw! Saw! Saw! Saw! Saw! Saw!' So fast, was he casting, it was like a pink strobe light.
With his kara kesh shield leading the way, only two death eaters managed to get casts back at him before he completed his spin. And both of them would have been to his right if he hadn't spun. The shield of the kara kesh absorbed both curses before they reached him.
Back to facing Riddle, he saw the man was still unconscious and spun for a second time, looking to see who survived his cutting curses. None were still on their feet.
Harry blinked and hesitated just a bare moment in shock. He did not expect it to be that easy.
Surprised and knowing Riddle was no longer truly human and might just be able to come around from the effects of a Zat' strike before he would otherwise expect, Harry spun to face him again.
Not wanting to dwell on the situation, he raised his wand and took careful aim at Riddle's head.
'Stab!'
The Piercing curse leapt from his wand and flew true; right between Riddle's eyebrows and slightly above - or, where his eyebrows would be if he had any.
Riddle's, now body from its slight lean to the left, gave one quick start of unconscious shock as a one inch wide hole appeared in the middle of his brow. And the blood splatter on the seat back of the throne behind his head showed it to have gone right through.
He was dead.
A moment later, a black mist rose out of the body and, within, a face began to form; Riddle's. The face fully formed and screamed at him. "Who are you!? That should have been impossible! You are not Neville Longbottom!"
Harry grinned back and lightly chuckled. "Neville Longbottom was never the one prophecised to kill you, Tom."
As the wraith floated there slightly above the body, Harry continued, "Remember the line, 'And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives'?
"It means one must be dead and kill the other before they can be alive again. How else does it make sense?"
With a wide grin on his face as the wraith looked at him in angry shock, Harry raised his wand hand and, still with the wand in his hand, held up his hair fringe on the right of his forehead. With the hair out of the way the faint scar stood out, light on darkened skin. "I'm Harry Potter, you stupid prick. Someone they declared dead over three years ago."
The pseudo-eyes of the wraith opened wide with the pseudo-mouth gaping open. It was a long moment before the face then developed an expression of supreme fury.
With a scream of anger, it surged towards Harry.
Harry, knowing what Riddle would try next from when he'd killed Quirrell, activated his kara kesh once more in a shield before himself.
Riddle struck it, causing it to flare, and was flung back in clear agony.
"Not this time, Tom," said Harry, smirking at the recovering wraith. "I learned from the time you possessed Quirrell."
Harry saw the wraith 'glance' to his right. Snapping his kara kesh active again and spinning, Harry was just in time to catch the attack strike upon him of a gi-normous green and black snake, fangs bared. 'Nagini!' he immediately realised.
The snake again struck the shield and rebounded. Then, before it could reposition for another attack, Harry blew its head off with a blasting curse from close range.
"Noooooo...!" Tom screamed in anguish as a black mist rose from the snake and, with an echoing scream, slammed into the main one.
Harry spun back, expecting another direct attack by the wraith. Instead, he witnessed it start to break up before it, with Riddle's scream echoing as if into the distance, faded away.
"Hunh!" he harrumphed. 'The snake was the last Horcrux. Good to know.'
With Riddle now dead for good - and after first picking up his dropped Zat'nik'tel, deactivating it and re-holstering it - Harry started to walk around the room, anti-clockwise. He started with Riddle's body, summoning off it his wand. Then went from body to body summoning wands, portkeys and the like. As he moved to each he also checked to see if they were alive. Unsurprisingly, seeing as he caught them all flat-footed without, in many cases, even their wand in their hand let alone an active shield in place, they were all clearly dead. A ribbon cutting curse cast laterally at hip height that isn't shielded against tends to... well... 'mourners' could, in many occasions, use twocaskets for each body if they wanted.
The portkeys, he left in the middle of the floor; the wands, for about half of them he first cast an offensive combat curse through roughly where he'd stood from where the body lay. And dropped them all into his off-hand front trouser pocket. He was able, on that pass around the 'circle' of bodies, to confirm that both male Malfoys and Severus Snape were dead. Snape was one of the Death Eaters who'd managed to get a cast off back at him. The other was the one who cursed Hermione with a silent cutter back in the DoM Dolohov. However, neither Malfoy stood a chance. Neither even managed to draw a wand before they were hit by at least one ribbon cutter. He had the younger Malfoy 'manage' to get a cast off back at him.
There were also a couple who weren't dead, irrespective that they'd been effectively cut in half. Knowing they didn't have long to live anyway, he used one of the other wands to silently stun them. They'd bleed out quickly enough, soon enough.
He was about to go and explore the rest of the manor to see what he could find when he remembered something important; two things important, actually. He went over to Lucius Malfoy's body where it lay flat on its back on the floor, reached into the body's inner breast pocket and found the slip of parchment with the Secret to the Fidelius charm on the manor written upon it.
He had to put up with the stink of opened bowels permeating the room, but he'd smelled much worse in the past. And eviscerated, if not completely cut in half, bodies no longer concerned him all that much. He'd seen far worse.
With the slip of parchment with the written down Secret in his hand he went over and stood on Riddle's dais and raised his wand, pointing straight up.
"I, Lord Harry James Potter and known as Lord Hardwin Peverell of the Houses of Potter and Peverell, as Heir Black of the House of Black hereby claim this property and all it contains as spoils of war for the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Prædātum! Prædātum! As I say, I so claim, so must it be!"
There was a great flash of white coloured magic that surged from his wand tip. It radiated outwards in a wave of light, before then reaching the walls and passing through them.
A long moment later, as if to prove his claim, he felt the wards of the property connect with his magic. 'Damn, it worked!' he thought. 'Gods bless you, Luna Selene Lovegood!'
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